"All of us will."
"I was worried, last night. I could see a beautiful shindy in the offing."
"And it didn't get bad at all?"
"No," answered Patricia in surprise. "I think Cliff saved the day by showing up with a couple of women. I wouldn't have wanted to sit between the two of them all by myself. That would have been strictly murder. And I wouldn't have wanted to see Stellor off without saying farewell to Cliff. Stellor got here first with the plans—I was strictly a fence. I didn't know what to do. So I did it. And everything turned out fine."
"You can hope that it will always turn out fine. What'll you do if one of them turns to some other woman?"
Patricia laughed wryly. "I'd lose both of them, Dad. Believe me, I would. The other would barge in and set sail for the woman just as sure as I'm a foot high."
"But ... but ... but—"
"I don't really know—nor do I care too much."
"Anticipating me? You mean you don't know which one really wants you and which other is just here for sheer rivalry?"
Patricia nodded. "They don't, either," she said sagely. "It is a good thing that we have time. Time will out, as you've always said. Time will get us the answer. Right now I'm neither worried about time, or even not having my mind made up on a future. I've got a number of years of fun ahead before then."